Why?

A poem by Jim Stewart.

Down through the years I’ve pondered

on the mysteries of life,

the puzzling things that test my faith

in a world that’s torn by strife.

For I’ve seen the godless flourish

and I’ve seen the godly die,

and I’ve seen the widows battling

and I ‘ve seen the orphans cry.

I’ve seen the helpless struggle

while the masses pass them by,

and I’ve pleaded for an answer:

“Oh God, please tell me why!”

I’ve seen the righteous tested

with trials beyond compare,

and I’ve seen the wicked living

with hardly a worry or care

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’ve seen the Christmas message

twisted and commercialised,

and I’ve seen the same at Easter

“Oh God please tell me why!”

I’ve seen the innocent struck down

with crippling ills and pain,

and I’ve seen the starving millions

wonder when they’ll eat again

And as my faith’s been tested,

I’ve looked to Heaven and cried:

“Oh Master, won’t you tell me-

please tell the reason why!”

Then the Master quietly whispered:

“My child, please trust me still-

one day you’ll see beyond the veil

and you’ll know your Master’s will!”

Jim Stewart.